God Bless America!

Last night we watched fireworks from the hilltop venue of my grandmother's assisted living home overlooking Cumming, GA. The home allows only friends and family of the residents onto the property, and so we easily park and enjoy the show without the usual crowd. The elderly folk are wheeled out onto the sidewalk (or enjoy the view from the screened-in front porch) and love watching family and kids just as much as the show in the air. I've become a standard fixture at the event as the lady who does face painting. It tickles me to no end to start out by painting something patriotic on my grandmother's face then watch her encouraging all the little ones to do the same.

At 10:30 on our way home, Harleigh and I stopped at Waffle House for a late, late dinner. Grits, scrambled eggs, hash browns, raisin toast. Good stuff.

Then this morning it was off to Marietta for the Independence Day parade! We do it every year with our church's children's ministry director and her husband (who leads our middle and high schoolers). We're always in full regalia and the ones hootin' and hollerin' to get the crowd going. (LOVE having a 17-year-old who isn't embarrassed by being "fun" like that!)

I love America. Period.